11 January, 2012

Mom vs. Nana

When I was Mom I chased behind my children with a can of furniture polish in one hand and a dust cloth in the other, removing fingermarks and handprints while they were still warm.

Now that I am Nana those fingermarks and handprints have become treasured souvenirs of happy times spent together.

With age comes a new wisdom...
and a lot less polish used!

Life is Good!

9 comments:

Michele Bilyeu said...

LOVE this! So perfectly wonderful!

Kathy ... better known as Nana said...

I love this! I am SO the same way. ;-)

*karendianne. said...

What a lovely post.

JCnNC said...

It is so refreshing to find someone else who understands the importance - after they leave it is always so quiet and then I find the little handprints on the glass doors. Always brings a smile to my face. Windex can wait for awhile. Judy C

lindsey said...

So true...last winter my twin granddaughters were here and were held up on the window sill to watch the snow....their little finger prints stayed on that window right through to Summer!! I loved looking at then when the sun shone :)

Janet O. said...

We live and learn, don't we?

Kathleen said...

I so agree. I have little handprints on my glass doors... hard to clean.... maybe tomorrow.

Ancestor Collector said...

A few years ago, I had a little tiny handprint on the glass door of our slider. It was weeks before I had the heart to wash it off. It was such a lovely reminder of a little guy who was lifted up to see the birds in the backyard. :-)

Gail said...

Great words of wisdom! I never thought being a "Nana" would be as much fun as a "Mommy" but surprise, surprise..it is even more fun!